• onOctober 19, 2014
  • Vol.20 Summer 2013
  • byKim Chunsu


Before I called her by name,
She was nothing but a gesture.

When I called her by name,
She came to me, a flower by me.

As I called her by name,
I would have someone call me by name as befits

This color, this fragrance
I would go to him, his flower by his voice.

We all yearn to become an unforgettable meaning,
You to me, I to you.


* Translated by Kim Uchang.
** Photo courtesy of Hyundaemunhak.

Author's Profile

Kim Chunsu was born in 1922 in Tongyeong. He studied at the Art Department of Nihon University in Japan. He has been a professor at Masan University and Kyungpook National University. He received the Asia Freedom Literature Prize and Korea Literary Prize, among others. His poetry collections include Clouds and RosesThe SwampFlagDeath of a Boy in BudapestPossessed by Dostoyevsky, and the collections of selected poems The Snow Falling on Chagall’s Village and The Selected Poems of Kim Chun-soo. His most noted works are “The Flower,” “An Introductory Poem for a Flower,” and others.